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"A coffee date with you is a big way to repay me." "Deal, but you're paying." Her smile is replaced with a frown. "B.itch." Please go like and subscribe Thanks I love you all for taking your time to read my first novel..❤️❤️❤️

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

How ironic. Neera smiled thinly. "You’re right. I don’t defend criminals. I win." The room went still. Kieran chuckled, but his eyes remained cool. Calculating. "Enough. We have business." She followed every case they discussed like a hawk watching prey. Her presence clearly made them uneasy, but that was part of the point. Power unsettled people when it wore heels and a suit instead of a gun. "There’s a laundering issue with the Castello operation," Kieran finally said. "Someone got sloppy. A warehouse raid, too much press. We’re exposed."

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

He opened his mouth several times and shut it without uttering a word, and Marybeth wished she could have worked a little more on her delivery. "Elijah showed me all the crime scene photos. He thinks whoever killed Iris also killed Scandal's editor, the gay couple and that poor nanny. Single black roses were left on all four crime scenes. He thinks it's the killer's signature." "That can't be true," Austin shook his head in denial, his voice weak and shaky. "That doesn't make any sense."

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

I clawed at his back and bit his shoulder as another orgasm ripped through me. He followed right after filling me with a second load of hot cum that overflowed and pooled on the desk. We stayed joined for a minute, foreheads pressed together, breathing heavy. Then I slipped off the desk on wobbly legs and kept searching while his cum ran down my inner thighs. That’s when I found the locked drawer. I picked it open with a letter opener and pulled out a thick folder. My stomach dropped as I read the label on the front. It was labeled “All journalists who investigated Viktor Vale—missing.”